Hurting
It is a random poem. Not too good. Just bored like crazy and needed to type.
Whiskey fails to drown this pain,
This hurt can’t be lessened by cocaine,
It isn’t that I love you,
Even though we all know this is true,
It isn’t that it’s you that I want,
Again truth has much to taunt,
But how can I stop this agony that you created,
When it’s our love you hated,
Cheating on what we once knew,
And now it is all ending as if on cue.
This hurt can’t be lessened by cocaine,
It isn’t that I love you,
Even though we all know this is true,
It isn’t that it’s you that I want,
Again truth has much to taunt,
But how can I stop this agony that you created,
When it’s our love you hated,
Cheating on what we once knew,
And now it is all ending as if on cue.
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